Monday, January 2, 2012

The Ultimate Clean Slate-Part Two

My second goal for the year, and really, this should be for life, is to look for the positive.  By requesting to write a positive and inspiring blog post for her blog, my friend Kirsten has inspired me to find that positive in my life.  It is there.  It's made itself known several times this year, mainly in the area of my running.  It needs to find it's way into my everyday life.  I have to find a way to make it so.

This may seem strange to some people.  Some folks were just born with a glass is half full outlook.  Some people have to work at it.  I am one of those people.  So the first step for me will be to make a conscious effort to think positively.  I can't allow myself to look at things in a negative light anymore.  I can't allow myself to automatically default to the worst case scenario.  I have to re-adjust my perspective. Perhaps that means I need to make a list of positives every day; focus on the good in my life rather than the bad.  Either way, it's time for some re-framing.  As my husband says, there are no setbacks, only opportunities for growth.

2012 will be the year that my glass becomes half full, of that I'm most positive.







Sunday, January 1, 2012

The Ultimate Clean Slate- Part One

Here it is.  A New Year.  The Ultimate Clean Slate.  What are you going to fill it with?

I've never really been one for resolutions.  I prefer to set goals.  They just seem more concrete.  You (generally) need a plan to reach them and a plan keeps you accountable.  At least it does for me.

The one thing with a plan is that sometimes it becomes all about the plan and I lose sight of the actual journey.  In a world where I always seem to be chasing finish lines, I don't seem to pay much attention to the roads I take to get me there.  That is one of the things I aim to change this year.  It is one of my goals; to be more present in the journey.   Over at Precision Nutrition in the Lean Eating program one of the challenges that is set out is to face your difficult / difficult.  Since I'm not actually IN that program I don't know the exact specifications behind what that task entails but from what I can gather it is supposed to get you out of your comfort zone.  For me, I'd say that being present is my difficult.  I have a hard time with this.  Perhaps it's because I always feel the need to be busy.  Always on the go.  I can't seem to sit still for very long, I'm always flitting from one thing to another, never really soaking up the full experience of anything and in turn, never really dealing with anything either.   I'm not really sure why I do this.  I do know that I am missing out on a lot by doing this.

No more.

It could be as simple as running without music so I can actually hear the birds singing.  To eat more slowly so I can actually savour and appreciate what I'm eating.  To try and stop the chatter in my mind and focus on one thing for more than 5 minutes.

It won't be easy.  But nothing worth doing ever is.

Saturday, December 31, 2011

Onwards and Upwards

I was asked by a friend and fellow blogger to write a positive guest post for her blog for the new year.  This got me thinking about the past year.  It's been an amazing one from an athletic perspective, no doubt.  When I started my 1:40 at 40 quest at the beginning of the year, I really didn't think I'd have the results I've had.  I vowed to make 40 the best year of my life to date and I can honestly say that it has been on many levels.  I've had my most successful racing season to date, my perspective on racing and training has changed and I've gained some much needed confidence in myself and my abilities.

This newfound confidence has me excited for next year.  I'm planning on tackling 2 marathons next year.  One of them will hopefully get me back to Boston.

I went out on my last run of the year, fittingly an 11km, to see out 2011 and reflected on the year.  It was great to be back in our little 'hood.  It was like I came full circle.  The year started off with planning; plans for our new house and plans for my training.  The end of the year saw the fruits of those plans.  I reached my goal and we luckily managed to get back into our house just before Christmas.   Tearing down and rebuilding seemed to be the theme of the year.  We tore down our old house and built a new one and I tore down my perceptions of what I thought I was capable of and built new ones.

Yeah, it was a pretty special year.  I'm looking forward to my journey next year.

Happy New Year to all of my readers who've loyally read my random thoughts.  I appreciate each and every one of you!

I'll leave you with a few pics from my run today.

All the best for a Happy and Healthy 2012!



All photographs copyright Phaedra Kennedy, 2011

Friday, December 30, 2011

Home

I literally bounded down the street.  Boing, boing boing.  Just like a cartoon character.  I could see the lake as soon as I stepped out the door.  Ahhhh so good to be back.
  
Round the bend.  Past the pool.  It's closed now.  Last time I was here it was open for business.
Down 11th.  Winding road.  Onto Lake Promenade.  Ohhh someone is turning that bungalow into a 2 storey.  Nice!  

Pass a fellow runner.  Smile & Wave returned!  The west end is the best end for friendly folks.
Into Stan Smith Park.  Hit by the wind coming off the lake.  Trail or bike path? Hmmmm.  Bike path it is.
Stan Smith Park: copyright Phaedra Kennedy 2011

Dark low slung clouds.  Snow! Ducks on the lake. Quack quack.  Pretty as a picture.  Click click.  Brrrrr.  Gotta keep moving. 


Music?  Ah yes, the figure 8 skating rink.  Whoosh whoosh go the skaters as the glide by.  Cross the driveway, back onto the winding path.  Wind tunnel coming up.  Geeeez it's COLD.   Gusting, pushing.  Not for long.
Stan Smith Park: copyright
Phaedra Kennedy 2011
Skies opening over the spit.  Beautiful.  Click Click.  Gloves back on.  Westward I go.  Look out doggie, here I come.  Share the path.  Thank you! 

Into the shelter of the houses on Lake Promenade.  House for sale on the water.  Cha-ching!  Past the 30th street parkette and the weepy trees.  Cyclist goes by.  Wow!  Crazy, it's freezing out!  More runners, smiles and waves returned.  Yup the west end is the best end.  Coming up to 36th street.  Continue? I glance at my watch.  Maybe next time.  I turn around and retrace my steps.  My legs are like a metronome now.  I know this road.  I've missed road.  It's good to be home.

Monday, December 19, 2011

Re-Kindling The Love.

The first few steps were tentative but I quickly found my stride.  Just like riding a bike.  Your body never really forgets how to move.  I turned the corner only to be beaten back by a huge gust of wind.  Good thing I brought my gloves.  I pulled out my crappy little knit gloves and pulled them on.  Much better.  The wind was gusting and pushing me around.  Awesome.  Nothing like a beat down from Mother Nature on your first foray back to running.  Oh well.  Wind is my friend.  It makes me stronger.  Yeah, I'll go with that.


The push from the wind made me work that much harder but I didn't mind.  It just felt so good to be out again.  To get my heart working and to feel that my stride is still strong.  I could feel the fog of the last few weeks clearing with every step.  My senses becoming more and more focused.   I scanned my body as I ran.  How did my legs feel?  How was my hamstring?  No pain, no tightness.  Excellent.  Keep going.  Shoulders back, no slouching.  


I headed along Bloor towards the apartment, dodging pedestrians.  Yup still light on my feet.  A smile spreading across my face.  Oh how I've missed this.  2+ weeks is far too long.  I need this.  I bounded up the street towards the apartment with a renewed sense of purpose and energy.  This was the most alive I've felt in ages.  I took the stairs two at a time, already thinking about tomorrow's route.  It's official...the love is back.

Thursday, December 8, 2011

QOTD

QOTD = Quote of the Day.

This one comes to you from the Nike Legend Bill Bowerman.

"The real purpose of running isn't to win a race, it's to test the limits of the human heart."

"Nuff said.

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

The Natives Are Getting Restless

It's the in between times that are tough.    Mentally and physically.  My mind checks out and my body seems to do exactly the same shortly there after.   I'm sure it's trying to tell me that "enough is enough, you need to rest.  Hell, I need to rest.   So rest I  must.  And I need some TLC as well.  My shattered legs have spoken their mind and refuse to run another step until I get a massage.


Yup, it's officially "Off Season".  It's technically been off season since my A race in October but I decided to throw one last kick at the can in at the end of November.  NOW it's really off season.  I have no races coming up in the near future.  In fact I've got nothing in the books until March.  As much as I welcome the down time, I sometimes find myself spiraling into a hole of complacency.  With no solid goal, it's easy for me to slip down that hole.   I start to feel somewhat uninspired to lace up the shoes and log those empty miles.  Much like I've felt kinda uninspired to write too.

No longer.  The natives are getting restless.  This native in particular.  This is the worst kind of restlessness, where I know I should be resting, my mind wants to be doing but my body says Meh, I don't think so.  So I will have to satisfy myself by starting to think about my marathon training plan, which is slated to start on New Year's Day.  I know.  Nothing like starting off the year with a long run.  At least I should be able to run off my hangover!

Sunday, November 27, 2011

Icing on the Cake-MCC Chilly Willy 15km

The breeze coming through the living room window seemed a lot cooler than the forecasted 10 degrees.  I hemmed and hawed about what to wear.  After 13 years of running, I still struggle with this.  I really didn't feel like racing.  It was grey, rainy and windy.  Not exactly the kind of weather I want to run in.  But I talked a friend into racing so I figured I'd better go.

I packed my bag with some warm post race clothes and grabbed my Running Free vest as an afterthought and stuffed it into my bag.  I headed out the door into the rain.  Yuck.  Did my usual double check in the car before I left.

The rain seemed to get heavier and heavier as I drove west towards Port Credit.   I knew that racing down by the lake it was going to seem a whole lot colder.  Sure enough when I pulled into the parking lot and got out of the car, I almost immediately started shivering.  Awesome.  Good thing I brought a few layers.

The registration process was slow but they were allowing folks to register race morning so that held things up a bit.  This was a really small grass roots race so I didn't expect it to be a super slick production.  The volunteers were all very friendly.   There was a small tent with timing mats and a clock which was the start and finish line.  Other than that, there was NO indication of where the route went.  I had checked online and there was no course map.  Very frustrating.

I went and did a little warm up run with my friend Kiki and we made it back with 5 minutes to spare.  I peeled off a layer and pinned my number on, grabbed my ipod and kissed Gary goodbye.  I was still trying to get myself organized at the start line.  I could barely hear the race marshall talking.  I heard something about a cyclist leading people which was enough info for me.  The next thing I know, someone yelled go and we were off.  MY watch didn't start right away so I had to hit it twice to get it going.  I was near the back of the pack so I spent the first couple of km dodging people.  I tried to keep my friend Rooster (Glenn) in my sights.  He's pretty speedy so I figured if I could hang on to him I'd be good.  I passed a couple of women and then another couple.  At that point I thought I was the lead woman.  My friend Linnea caught up to me after our little meander around the point and back and she passed me.  I caught her again as we crested a small hill.  She told me that there was another girl ahead of me.   Really?  Interesting.


I chugged along, glad for the fact that I wore my vest.  The rain was never terribly heavy but it was constant.  My feet were soaked by 3km in.  Gross.  I gave up dodging puddles and just ran through them.  I picked off a few young bucks that thought they were all that.  I don't know if they were too pleased about being passed by a chick, especially an "old" one,  since they surged right past me shortly after I passed them.  But they couldn't hold the pace so I caught them again.  Choke on my dust.  


There were no course markers at all along the course so I had no clue how far I had run until I hit the one and only water station.  As I passed I heard the guy yell "5km".  Ok.  I checked my watch:  21:18.  Certainly not anywhere close to my 5km PB but not bad.  I started doing the math in my head.  I knew I had gone out too fast so I figured I'd definitely slow down by 10km.  I figured if I could manage to do each 5km segment in 22 minutes or so I'd be around 1:05.  Perfect.  The course ran through the bike path I always train on so I was able to totally let loose, knowing exactly what to expect at each turn.  The turnaround point was at the driveway to Marie Curtis park.  I finally got to see the girl in front of me.  She wasn't too far ahead.  Excellent.  Target acquired.


I could still see Rooster as well so all was going according to plan.  I figured the turnaround point was probably 7.5km in so I thought I was halfway done.   I don't know why but I figured it was an out and back.  That would have made the most sense.   Had I been paying attention to the time on my watch, I would have realized that it was really only about 6km.   I pushed along, grabbing a water as I passed the aid station again.  I took in half a Roctane as my legs were really starting to feel it.  I was going to save the other half for 45 minutes in, which if my calculations were correct, would mean I'd have another 20 minutes left.  That would be just enough to get me through.

We came along the path towards Hydro road and I was on auto pilot.  I could still see the lead girl in front of me.  I didn't seem to be closing the gap.   Push harder.   Crossed Hydro road and headed back towards Lakefront Promenade.  As we crossed Hydro Road, I caught a glimpse of the lead girl.  Ohhh, not too far off now.  I looked at my watch and thought Holy Smokes, we're not far from the finish line and it's not even 45 minutes in.  Hmmm.....I wonder if we do another loop of the point, I hope so, cause I'm closin' in.   As we made our way towards the road where we turned down to finish, I saw the bike marshall riding towards us.  What??? Oh God, please don't tell me we have to go BACK out again??  We were directed to go right  so I figured we were heading back out to do a loop around the point.  I now had a clear view of the girl in front of me.  The gap seemed to be closing.   Sweet.   As we entered the path on the point, Rooster really started to close the gap on the lead girl.  I wasn't far behind him.  He caught her and passed her.  I was about 100m behind him.  I started to push it.  She looked back and saw me but I don't think she had much in the tank.  I pushed harder to try and close the gap as we rounded the bend, I was just off her shoulder.  I thought about staying there for a bit but opted not to.  I didn't want to lose Rooster.  I passed the girl and took the women's lead.  The second half of the Roctane had hit my system and I was feeling good.  I was definitely working hard.

We made our way back along the path and had to head back out towards Lakefront Promenade.  I was hoping the turnaround was there but as I got closer I didn't see anyone standing there.  Crap.  Don't tell me we have to go all the way back out to Hydro Road??  I was starting to get a bit cranky.  My legs were really starting to hurt.  I had managed to catch up to Rooster and was running right behind him.  I didn't want to push myself too much harder as I had no idea where we were supposed to turn around.  I hung out behind him and then he started to pull away a bit.  I didn't have anything.  We got towards Hydro Road, crossed it again when I saw 2 guys standing by the side of the path a little further up.  At LAST!  I hit the final turn around and knew that I had less than 10 minutes left.  I glanced at my watch and figured there was a really good chance that I'd break 1:05 if I could hang on to my current pace.  I saw the girl I passed coming up to the turn around.  I had put a decent gap on her but I wasn't about to ease up.  As we came back across Lakefront Promenade, I started to pick up the pace.  I actually started to close in on Rooster.  I caught a young guy on the path on the way back.  I passed him like he was standing still.  I could see Rooster about 150m in front of me.  He had the afterburners on.  Cripes.  I crossed the road and busted my butt towards the finish line.  I saw Gary sitting in the car with the window down, taking pictures.  I waved and powered my way to the finish line.  I glanced at the clock as I crossed the line: 1:04: something.  ohhhh yeahhhhh!!!  A new PB for 15km.


Not only did I take 8 minutes off my previous 15km time, I ended up with the women's overall win.  That's the icing on the cake for me!   Not a bad way to cap off an amazing season of racing.

Now it's time to me to chill out, enjoy the holidays and perhaps start formulating a plan for next year.

Saturday, November 19, 2011

Snippets from a Saturday Morning Run

Out the door into the sunshine.


Woof Woof.  Hi Maggie, cute sweater.  No I can't stay and play, gotta go for my run.


Down Riverside to the top of the hill.  Take in the view.  Picture time.  Palace Pier in silhouette.

Palace Pier

Off I go.  Across the street, boogity boogity.  Ugh, tights are sagging.  Red light, stop, adjust tights.

Maybe I'm overdressed....nah.


Hit the path.  Left or right?  Hmmmm....right.








Eastbound towards Ontario Place.  Lots of runners.  Even more cyclists.  Oh look, sun hitting the water, birds overhead.  More pics, click click.  Bob and weave around the pack of walkers.
                                                                            
Trees




Wow those trees look great.  Click.  

Robo Cop runner in full compression gear.  Avoids eye contact.  Far too focused on running like a superhero.  Ha ha ha ha.  









Uphill to the Legion.  Ohhh cops are out - SPEEDTRAP!  Wonder if I'd register on the radar.  Chug chug chug up the hill.  Turn up the volume.

He's nearing the brink but he thinks first 
The parallel universe could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first 
The parallel universe could be the perfect scene
He's nearing the brink but he thinks first
The parallel
I think you should know you're his favourite worst nightmare.....


Past the Argo rowing club.  Rowers!  Ohhhh this is a nice pic.  Gel time.  


Rowers




Blue skies, seagulls and airplanes.  Almost at Ontario place.   Hmmm....right or straight? Last time I went right.  Straight it is.


More runners.  Loads.  No one waves.  Cranky buggers.  Didn't your mom ever teach you about manners.   Watch the cyclist!   Stick to the right.







Inukshuk.  This deserves a picture.  Love this.   Look both ways before getting back on the path.       Around the bend.  Hello there Mr. Smiley; wow you're tall.  Nice shirt, I've done that race too. 

Inukshuk


By the trees.  Memorial sign.  Beautiful light.  Winding path to Tip Top Tailors.  Wonder if I'll get to Spadina?  Hmmm...maybe, not sure.


Down the path past Tip Top.  WOOOOOSH.  Into the wind tunnel.  Holy smokes. Out on to Queens Quay.  43 minutes and change.  Probably won't make it to Spadina.  Bathurst.  Red light.  Almost 45 minutes out.  Keep going?  Yup yup.  Look at that.  45 minutes out and I'm at Dan Leckie Way.  Close to Spadina but not quite.  Gel time again.




Turn around.  Red light again.  Cabs everywhere.  Legs feel good.  Time to pick up the pace.  Going to negative split the run.  West along Queens Quay, retracing my steps.  Back into the wind tunnel.  Pushing pushing.  By the trees & memorial sign.  Runner up ahead.  Target acquired.  Caught.  Bye Bye.


Go go, around the bend.  By the Inukshuk.  Into the wind.  Where did that come from?  Bloody hell.  More runners up ahead.  Pick, pick, pick.   


Off on your way, hit the open road,
There is magic at your fingers
For the Spirit ever lingers,
Undemanding contact in your happy solitude


Caught you.  And you.  And you.  On the promenade.  Right into the wind.  Chilly.


Down the hill past the Legion. Here comes the Robocop Runner again.  Avoids eye contact again.  Well aren't you just too cool for school.  


At the Palais Royal.  Smells like burnt toast.

Ohhhhh yeaaaahhhhhh.   You wreck me baby.  
You break me in two.  
But you move me honey, 
Yes you do......


Sunnyside Pavilion.  Shelter from the wind.  Hello Mr. Smiley.  Nice to see you again.  Legs are starting to tire.  Pace is hard.  Heart rate hovering around 165.  Give 'er.  Tourists on a bench.  Family snapshot.  Say Cheese!

There's something wrong 
With this plot
The actors here 
Have not got


A clue
Baby I'm howlin' for you.   
Da da da da da, da da da da da.


Getting closer.  Red light turns green.  Gotta go, can't stop.  All the way across Lakeshore.  Queensway, red light.  Gu wrappers into the garbage.  Should be home soon.  Another 10 minutes, maybe?


Up a wee hill, on the Kingsway.   Careful, lots of cars. Cross the street.  SWOOSH. Lexus on the wrong side of the road blows by me.  Idiot.  Up the Riverside hill.  Push push push.  Ouch ouch ouch.  Legs hurt.  Want to stop.  Heaving lungs.  Lactic acid.  Ease up.  Catch my breath at the top.  Second wind, back at it again.  Minutes from home.  Musical interlude, playing air bass in my head.  Leave That Thing Alone.  Bring me home boys.  Round the bend and down to the pathway with 3 minutes to spare.

Happy Days. 



All images Copyright Phaedra Kennedy, 2011

Saturday, November 12, 2011

I Can See Clearly Now - Sable Optics Goggle Review

I have gone through more types of goggles than I care to admit.  Having a small face means that I am limited to a few styles and even then, those styles don't always work well for me.  The big issue I have with most goggles is lens clarity, followed closely by fogging.   I don't know which is more annoying to be honest.

My husband got a pair of the prescription goggles from the Team Running Free silent auction and he went on and on about how good they were.  I figured they were good because they were prescription so he could finally see clearly.  He said otherwise.  I thought $50 was steep for a pair of goggles so I never bothered investigating any further.

This year I was lucky enough to get a free pair of the RS 101 goggles in the Team Running Free product lottery, with the caveat that I had to review them.   They couldn't have come at a better time as my current goggles were driving me crazy.   I was curious to try them as I had noticed many of my fellow Master's club members wearing them.

After much fiddling and experimentation with changeable the nose pieces, I finally settled on one that seemed to keep the goggles where they should be on my eyes without pinching the bridge of my nose.   I have to say, the goggles did not disappoint.  They were crystal clear and they didn't fog.  At least for the first few times I wore them.  About a month after I got them I noticed they started to fog up during swims.  Not a lot, just slightly.  It was enough be a bit distracting.  I cleaned them as recommended.  First time back in the pool they seemed fine.  There seemed to be one "fuzzy" patch on the left lens but I thought it was just another foggy patch.  I continued to use them until after an open water swim, I lost one of the seals around the lens.  It just popped off and I lost it in the water.  Not to worry though, I contacted Sable and they shipped me a replacement pair of seals that just easily popped back on.  At no charge I might add.

When I was putting seals on I looked through the lenses and noticed that the left one had what looked like a smudge on it.  I gently cleaned it off only to find that it wasn't a smudge it was a series of small scratches.  This would explain the "fuzz" that I was seeing, and that I thought was actually fog.  I was disappointed to say the least.  I was very gentle when cleaned them so how they became scratched is beyond me.  It obviously doesn't take much to scratch the lens on these goggles.  Either that or I'm a lot harder on things than I think I am.  Good thing Sable offers a one time lens replacement.  I may actually take them up on that.

I have since borrowed by husbands second pair of Sables (after a very annoying experience with a pair of Tyr goggles) and I'm having the same issue with fogging.  I haven't cleaned these ones for fear of scratching them.  I'm not sure what I'm doing wrong if anything.  They are always sealed well around my eyes so I am at a loss.  Today's swim was no exception.  Within 10 minutes the goggles were completely fogged up.   I don't want to pay $50 for a pair of goggles that fog up within 10 minutes of use after only a month's wear.  If that wasn't the case, I'd give these goggles a 10 out of 10.  The fit is great and the customer service is excellent but I expect a little bit more from a quality stand point for the price.